Third time this morning I have written the word "appropriate"

I want the poetry reading to appropriate the form of the rock show. The dark stage crowded with abandoned instruments, strangely curated background music pumping in from somewhere as the crowd gathers and mills and [im]patiently waits. The obligatory walk offstage after the “last song” followed by the obligatory raucous applause from the audience followed by the miraculous spontaneous return of the band to the stage to perform the last and best song of the night.